Blessed are the readers, for theirs is the archive.
Blessed are the betas: for they help us write the stories we see in our hearts. Blessed are they that kudo, for they reassure us that someone likes what we’ve done. Blessed are the rebloggers and reccers, for they help the readers find our work. Blessed are they which leave comments on a WIP that say something other than “write more please”: for they comfort us when we feel taken for granted. Blessed are the commenters; for their words bring us joy. Blessed are the loyal fans, for they keep the fandom alive. Blessed are the fan artists, for they bring our worlds to life before our eyes. Blessed are they which read an entire long fic and comment each chapter, for the string of comment notifications fills the writer’s heart with delight. Blessed are ye, who rec our fics in public and tag us, for seeing that we made somebody squee is the light in our days. Rejoice, and be exceeding glad; for great is your reward in fandom.
Get ready for the #ClexaWeek2017! From February 27th to March 5th each day will have a different theme to celebrate Clexa.
How can I join?
You can write fanfics, make fanart, edits, aesthetics, gifsets, music, games and whatever the hell you want. If you don’t have any artistic skill, you can even make fic rec lists for each day! You just have to post on the right day and tag it with #ClexaWeek2017, or you can send submissions to @clexaweek2017
For any other info, guidelines, suggestions and to keep up with #ClexaWeek2017, follow @clexaweek2017
Now go and share it!
Tell your favorite writers and artists about it, start the preparations. And let’s celebrate everything we love about this ship. One year ago the 3.07 may have happened, but they’ll never take Clexa from us.
happy anniversary, overwatch!!! god i can’t believe how attached i’ve gotten. i’ve been playing this damn game since the day of its release, and it started out pretty damn different from what we have now. if you’re newer to the party, here’s what went on, roughly chronologically:
tracer’s butt controversy
turret bastion with a fucking reinhardt shield
swift-strike bleed effect
that fucking impossible zenyatta achievement
d.va dying in her own ult
the bug with spawning as a random hero in lucioball and murdering the defenseless opposing lucios
tracer recalling inside the payload
roadhog hook with extremely questionable mechanics
the glitch in 3v3 where d.va ejected into the void
mei escaping watchpoint antartica with her walls
blizzard getting upset that people liked getting hit by the cars on oasis more than its jump pad
roadhog hook FINALLY getting fixed so it stops going through walls, only to make roadhog 10x more lethal because tagets of hook 2.0 had zero hope of escaping
d.va getting a nerf right after she finally became Good
YotR mei’s glitched ass
getting custom servers (and capture the flag!)
doomfist doomfist doomfist
the bastion changes that were live for two days before getting altered because it allowed him to survive practically every ult in the game
ORISA, coming out of nowhere
using custom servers as nsfw rp rooms
the rise of SPEED BOOSTIO; we all dspstanky now
shimada nipple 2 blackwatch boogaloo
ingame reyes shrug victory pose
there are A L O T of little balance changes i didn’t list; honorable mention to the 3x consecutive fan-the-hammer nerf, the invulnerable mercy rez patch, and the [almost] fall of ana, and the phrase “fixed a bug allowing reaper to shadow step to unintended locations in x map” appearing in pretty much every single patch since the beginning. and some onging fanstuff honorable mentions to “hanzo is a fucking furry [and into vore]”, “can we go one fucking event without tracer getting a legendary skin”, “torblefeet” [and just. torbjorn in general.], and the whole dad76/family dynamic among the characters that quickly took hold among fans [and even blizz to an extent!]
the meta is a far cry from where it was in the beginning and there’s so many more ways to play overwatch now than when it’d first started, but it’s always been that same fun game with fun characters; here’s to another year of its evolution, and enjoy the event y’all!
(bc I need to make up for the langst I posted last night so here’s so comfort and a little bit of hurt. This is just Shiro’s, the other ones will be up soon. The only warning is a depiction of a panic attack.)
1. Lance winced as Shiro cut into him with words like he was expertly wielding Keith’s bayard. He would’ve found it funny how dad-like he was being, except: a) probably would cause Shiro to bail him out more, and b) it wasn’t very funny at all.
“Don’t you see how childish you’re being! This isn’t just serious, this is a matter of life or death, and your antics cannot get in the way. At the end of the day, do you want to be responsible for someone’s death?” The question sent a wave of nausea through Lance, and he was almost pulled off his feet by a wave of static that clouded his mind as something inside his chest burst. He grabbed his chest in alarm. His breathing was quickening. His chest was on fire. Oh god. Oh god. He curled inwards. Trying to protect himself.
“…” He tried to speak but no words came out, just harsh breaths as he lent against the wall, staring upwards through tears at Shiro who was frozen in fear.
“…Lance? Oh. Um… fuck.” If Lance was in any state of mind, he would have never let Shiro go for swearing in front of him, but as it was, it made Lance’s breath speed up. Shiro approached him like he would a possible hostile alien, slowly and with his hands outstretched. “Okay, Lance, if you can, put your arms around me and follow my breaths. Is that okay?” His voice was low and non-threatening, and in response Lance nodded slowly. His hands shaking as Shiro sat next to him, putting his hand on Lance’s arm. Shiro started taking audible, slow breaths. Lance winced as this effort made his breathing uneven, alternating from barely controlled slow breaths to shaky shallow ones.
“Thanks.” He choked out. Shiro shook his head.
“Don’t talk, just focus on the breathing.” Lance had enough humour to roll his eyes at him, and melodramatically breathed in and breathed out, causing Shiro to laugh, before his smile melted into a concerned frown. “I’m so sorry Lance.”
“Don’t be. You’re right, of course.” Lance looked down, not willing to meet Shiro’s eyes.
“Just because you were goofing off doesn’t mean I should have said that. It was way out of line. I just –” Shiro trailed off.
“I’m scared too.” Lance responded quietly. “I know. I know that this is a life-or-death thing, but I just can’t think about it. I’m not like you, or Keith, or Allura. I have to distract myself. If I think about for one second someone else dying on my account I just –” Lance’s breath started to quicken again, and Shiro stopped him, beginning the audible intakes and exhales of breath once more. Lance found his voice again. “You’re good at that. Unsurprisingly.”
“Well, thank Coran actually.” Shiro smiled as Lance scoffed. “No really, apparently they’re quite common for Alteans as well as humans. I still get them occasionally, but they were really bad when, you know…” Shiro trailed off before gathering his thoughts once more. “Listen. Are you alright?”
Lance laughed nervously.
“Yeah, of course buddy, don’t worry about it.” He patted Shiro’s arm, got up from the ground and started to walk away when he felt Shiro’s metal arm on his shoulder.
“Really. We all deal with trauma differently, and I’m worried. These coping mechanisms are all fine and good until they start hurting you and other people.” Shiro was staring down at him and Lance shrunk under his worry. Of course Shiro was worried about the others.
“I’m really sorry I’ve been a pain.” He laughed, rubbing the back of his head in a mockery of sheepishness. “I’ve been distracted but don’t worry, to quote our lord Efron, I’ll get my head in the game.” Shiro’s frown did not disappear. “Seriously, dude, don’t worry.” Lance smiled.
“Just, if you need to talk, please do. Whatever problems you have are important, not just for the team’s performance, but for your health as well. Okay? And if you can’t talk to me, talk to Hunk, or Pidge, or even Keith.” Shiro insisted, gesturing emphatically as Lance rolled his eyes. “Please.”
Lance’s face softened, his mask melting away.
“I’m just so scared. What if I never see my family again?” His already tear-filled eyes began brimming once more. “And I’m so scared that I’ll mess up everything, I mean, how the hell can I compare to you guys? Keith’s an amazing combatant, Coran and Allura are the best at strategies, you’re a great leader, Hunk’s an awesome engineer, and Pidge is just a genius!” Shiro stared at Lance as tears spilled down his cheeks.
“I’m so sorry I didn’t notice.” He pulled his hands over his face. “God, and I’m supposed to be the leader.” Shiro straightened up, looking at Lance. “I can’t express how sorry I am. I forget, I suppose, that you’re children. But know we’re all terrified; and know that we couldn’t do it without you. Because your joking does help, Lance, it breaks the mood and reminds us why we’re fighting - for our humanity. You’re important.”
Lance stood in shock. He wiped the tears off his face.
“Gosh Shiro, you’re such an old man!” He started laughing.
Shiro crossed his arms and stared at Lance. His frown didn’t reach his eyes.
“Come on you youngin, we’ve got training to do.” He walked out of the room, shaking his head. Lance smiled. Maybe things were alright, even if he was just saying it to pacify him. Still. It counted.
-wears oversized sweaters
-is soft and huggable
-sits in everyone’s lap
-has everyone eating out of the palm of their hand
-sick of the tols and their shit
-is determinedly the big spoon
-curb stomper boots and leather jackets with an attitude to match
-will fight you to prove a point
-too much energy for one small package
-loud and proud
-climbs EVERYTHING, even people, especially people
-will never go unnoticed even though they are below everyone’s sight range
-just wants to sleep forever
-will let all of the friends lean on their head but ONLY the friends
-will quite willingly use their height to disappear if everything is too much
-sarcasm is a coping mechanism for that disease called humanity
Like Vines (We Intertwine) by turnyourankle Word count: 8,300 Pairing: Harry/Louis Rating: Teen Summary: The “Roswell” AU where Harry is an alien, Louis is not, and they’ve both been pining after each other for far too long.
Cassie, I'm so sorry, but some 'fans' are sharing a lot of LoS spoilers and snippets here on Tumblr - and on Twitter, too. What do you think that we should do to avoid them?
This does happen, even with books that are embargoed. There’s always a bookstore or a website that doesn’t comply with the embargo and sends the book out early. After all these years I’ve come to accept this as inevitable.
I am against spoilers, as you know — I think they ruin the experience of reading a book. I think if you’re going to post spoilers, no one can stop you, but please — don’t tag your spoilers with anything that will bring unwary fans to your page (”TDA” “Lord of Shadows”) and please put the spoilers under a cut.
If you are trying to avoid spoilers (and I hope you are) — blacklist “los spoilers” and “lord of shadows spoilers” as tags. If you can’t blacklist and you see someone spoiling, ask them politely to put their spoilers under a tag. If you see someone spoiling on Twitter, mute them for the next week.
Some people like being spoiled — I never understand why because information about a book out of context can give you the completely opposite impression or idea of what actually happens in a book (say someone is reading the book and tells you Emma murders Julian*; maybe you if you read it, you’d find out a few paragraphs later that was all an illusion, or faked or a dream: but if you came across that as a spoiler you’ll never know and it may well influence you to never read the book.) Also, you’ll get their take on what happened, which wouldn’t necessarily be yours: I’ve already seen some spoilers that to me don’t seem to bear any resemblance to what happens in the book at all. :-(
Spoilers are part of the internet, and we’re all kind of stuck with them: all we can do is politely ask people who are spoiling to make sure they’re only spoiling people who want to be spoiled. I would be desperately unhappy if someone prevented me from experiencing a book (or movie) the way it’s supposed to be experienced by telling me beforehand what happened. There’s a reason they’re called spoilers, because they spoil/ruin the experience of reading for many, many people: please just do your best to make sure that in your eagerness to talk about a new book you’re not wrecking anyone else’s enjoyment of the experience.
Xiumin would start at the sound of you yelling out in pain. He’d turn around, his eyebrows raising in surprise at the crime scene before him. “Jagi, how could you,” he’d say softly, gazing down at the fallen ice cream before him in mourning.
Unimpressed to say the least, Chen would shake his head at fallen soldier before him. “I’m not buying you another one,” he’d say, though he’d let you sip his shake occasionally to appease you.
You’d let out an overdramatic scream as your ice cream tumbled to the ground. Without looking at you, Baekhyun would scream as well–though he didn’t know why he was. When he saw what had happened he’d let out another, more sad scream, ignoring the looks he got from people.
Chanyeol would find this horrific event hilarious, not even bothering to hide his laughter from you. When he saw how saddened you looked, he’d try to control his giggles and buy you another one, feeling (somewhat) bad for you.
Lay would assume the worst when he heard you yell. Once he saw that you had dropped your ice cream, he couldn’t help but chuckle at your overdramatic reaction. “No worries, jagi, I’ll getcha a new one,” he’d say, patting your head like a child.
D.O would definitely be judging you by the fact that you had dropped your ice cream within five minutes of having it. He’d get you a new one, but he’d show you how to hold it, being extra about demonstrating. “Here, hold it like thiiiis.”
Of course this was a perfect opportunity for Suho to make a dad joke. Of course. He’d wrap his arm around you and pull you close before whispering in your ear, “It’s okay–I’ll let you lick my ice cream cone tonight.” You’d hit him in the arm for such a ridiculous joke, but needless to say you’d end up taking him up on that offer.
Already giggling at something you had said, Kai would laugh even harder when he saw the former ice cream cone lying dead on the pavement. “J-Jagi…what did you do?” he’d ask between fits of laughter. Though he’d buy you another one, he’d never let you live it down.
Sehun wouldn’t even look over at you when you scream–it wasn’t until you tugged on his arm that he looked at the warzone before him. “Okay,” is how he would respond, fighting to keep a straight face. He’d occasionally you have a bite of his, but wouldn’t bother going back and buying another one.
So, my workplace has this rewards system, where if we go above and beyond in some fashion (or if we survive an exceptionally shitty day) our managers can reward us with points, which we can then redeem through the company reward website for all sorts of stuff. It’s kind of an arbitrary system, and not every manager hands out points. Luckily I’ve had managers who’ve remembered the system, and I’ve worked there for years now, so I’ve been collecting points.
Recently, I finally decided to redeem my points. I was checking out the rewards, and on a whim I decided to look for The Clone Wars (because it’s me), and they had it! The whole series! So I ordered it. And it came in the mail today. But like, not only is it the boxed set, it’s the collector’s edition boxed set:
It’s got special featurettes, “making of” videos, special extended director’s cuts of some of the episodes, and a book of concept art! Look at some of this great stuff!
If you ever wish your art were good enough to be part of a TV show’s concept, remember that Dave Filoni draws chibis––
––and Snow-Soka! (with a hat for each montral)––
––and maps of fancy environments in simplistic markers––
This whole thing is a gem and I can’t believe I got this with my work points. I am unspeakably happy.